The Writings

Science Fiction.A genre I used to shy away from entirely, mainly because of the crowd it attracted, and my inability to connect to it. Being able to connect to any given book/genre/style, has everything to do with being able to SEE yourself in it. If I can't see myself in it, then why bother? This may not be the case every time, but it has a lot to do with being able to retain my interests.

As of late, I've been completely enamored and enchanted by the realms of science fiction. I've already developed and established a relationship with magical realism, and once I learned that Octavia Butler is considered a part of the realm of science fiction, then I realized that perhaps I am a part of this genre too.

I am completely here for Octavia Butler and all she represents in the literary, and imaginative world.

What I love most about science fiction, is its ability to reimagine society as it currently stands, and expound upon the possibilities. Science fiction is about the melding of past, present, and future, however the architect sees fit.

We need science fiction in our movements. That power to reimagine society.

We need magical realism in our psyches. Infusing that magic, that 5th element, that etheric matter into our realities, stating it as fact and not as an anomaly, acknowledging the sacred element... this is what will take us further into the future. This is what will propel us deep into a collective consciousness rooted in community, respect, and aligned with the deepest truths of ourselves as humans, and spirit entities.

Without the magic, we are, quite literally, dust.

Dust that will fade away into the backdrops of the universe without so much as a whisper of our memory. In many ways we deserve that obscurity, and that future is quite possible and potentially inevitable anyway... but perhaps...

Perhaps we will have a legacy as humans.Perhaps we can leave behind something beyond our capacity to destroy.Perhaps we can actually build something worthy of our ancestry.Perhaps we can actually contribute something of value to the ecosystems that surround us.Perhaps we can sustain life and interact with other species in a symbiotic way.

Because, why not?

Yes, we humans are collectively psychotic in more ways than we can possibly count.

But the best of us are brilliant.The best of us are loving.

How do we get the most disenfranchised of us all to a point where they are able to contribute their gifts to us, to help propel us in this direction?

How do we take the gifts and legacies that indigenous peoples and "poor" peoples are already leaving behind, and disseminate them for the next seven generations?

In what ways do the arts play a role in that dissemination?!

People who have access to the internet and social media, are now publishers.We are all publishers in our own right, to whatever degree our respective "governments" will allow...

Artists are documenting. Encapsulating. Living, breathing time capsules of what is being impressed upon us. We are our own snapshots of the stars. We are a reflection of the times. We are mirrored images of every orbiting organism that surrounds us. We are microcosms of the universe.

We are microcosms of the universe.I don't think you fully understand the infinitesimal reality of that statement.Microcosmic. And yet we collectively embody everything that exists in the universe.The beauty, the rage, the violence, the life, the death, the rebirth, the heat, the frigid, the depths, the superficiality, the brilliance, the untruths, the energetics…

So let’s use it.

We need imagination.Dreamers. Conjurers. Architects.

I am utterly bored of anyone/anything who exists without an imagination. And some of us are dying because of it. Families being strangled by capitalism,People traumatized in our prisons because we can’t imagine a society without the prison industrial complex,People house-less, living on the streets, because we can’t possibly “imagine” a better way to manage city budgets to help people have dignified housing. The list goes on, infinitely.

So.Read more sci-fi. Read more magical realism. Play with more kids. Squeeze more babies. Get your head out of the sand and start dreaming. Surround yourself with imaginative people, because that shit’s contagious. And soon you’ll start dreaming too… dreaming of new ways of existing...expressing yourself...raising your kids...treating other people...living your fullest life...